Once upon a time, many years ago, I was at a bar in Athens with Thomas.
Thomas was a great guy to hang around, yet on that day, he was skeptical and didn’t speak much. I asked him what the issue was, and he told me he had dated a new girl. This girl was attractive, and he liked her very much. However, she was kind of a hoe, which made him sad because he wanted something more serious from her.
I told Thomas that he had no reason to be upset. He was a great guy, just 24 years old, had a decent job, and was handsome, so he could date as many girls as he liked. There was no point in obsessing and worrying about a girl that was slutty. He should enjoy the great sex she could offer him and not ask for things she couldn’t give. Lastly, I told him that life was short and that he should enjoy every minute.
Unfortunately, I had no idea that my words would become a prophecy.
You see, I never saw Thomas again.
One month after our meeting at the bar, I received a call and learned he had been killed in a motorcycle accident. He wasn’t drunk, nor did he do anything wrong. He just lost control and fell from his motorcycle. He was mortally wounded and died a few hours later in the hospital.
There was some witness at the spot the accident happened, and nobody could explain why he fell.
There was no reason for that.
I met with three other friends who knew him, and we went to his funeral together.
I will never forget the moment we put the coffin on the ground. Everyone was crying, but I couldn’t. I just stood there and watched silently. I wanted to cry but couldn’t. It was always difficult for me to cry and is still to this day. I don’t know why, but I can’t express my sorrow easily.
So I stood there and just watched.
I remembered the last time I saw him at the bar and how stressed he was about this new chick.
Would it really matter if he knew he had only one month to live?
Was it worth it to be sad about her?
I took some earth in my hand, threw it into the coffin, and said goodbye to Thomas for the last time.
And then something strange happened.
Instead of seeing him inside the coffin, I saw me.
I arrogantly believed that I would live for another 100 years, but I realized I had no clue how much time I had left.
You may think you have many years ahead of you, yet nobody knows when his game will end. And the end can be way closer than you think. Maybe in a few days, worms will eat your face.
That is why I am asking you…
Is it really worth it to be sad because a chick told you something or behaved in a way you didn’t like?
Is it worth it to be afraid that a woman will reject you and not approach her?
Is it worth it to be with a girl you hate because you think you can’t get another girlfriend?
Brother, life is short.
You really have no clue how much time you have.
Just do the things that matter to you, and don’t waste time stressing about bullshit.
Just do what is really important to you.
And leave something good as a legacy.
That is it for today.
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